Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

“And you need your brain to do the next thing?”

He smirks. “Mrs. Hawthorne, you’ll be the end of me someday.”

I love how my new name slips from his lips effortlessly.

“I need my brain and you do too, because I want you to think before we do anything.” He moves his hand between us. “This was not what we agreed upon in the contract.”

The light in my chest loses some of its spark at the mention of the contract.

But why am I surprised?

This man considers his every step, and us sleeping together was never a part of his plan.

Yours either, Daisy.

“And by this”—I repeat his action, trying to move my trapped hand under the duvet between us—“you mean sex. Right?”

“Yes, butterfly.” He leans in and kisses my lips. So light that I want to cry. “I mean sex. You and me on this bed, not stopping until you’re crying my name,” he adds after pulling back and getting out of bed in a single move.

I lift my head. “Where are you going?”

“I need a long shower.”

My gaze travels past his face, lower to his spotless skin, which glows under the warm morning light filtering through the curtains. There’s not even a hint of hair on his muscular chest. I explore further down to his rippling abs, lower to his navel, below which rests the waistband of his track pants—the ones he put on for my benefit.

But they’re more of an inconvenience now, and despite not being able to have my full fill of Charles Hawthorne, my pulse pounds at the sight of his erection proudly jutting out.

“Wow,” I whisper, equal parts nervous and mesmerized.

“You’re going to be the death of me, my dear wife.” Charles chuckles, and this time when he turns around, he doesn’t stop until the bathroom door shuts with a loud thud behind him.

I’m also tempted to follow him or push my hand under my shorts. Thanks to how wet I am, and with the light sound of the running shower, where I know Charles is jerking off, it’ll take less than a second for me to experience the biggest orgasm of my life.

But suddenly I’m into delayed gratification, especially if the reward is Charles.

19

POSSESSION OR NOT?

CHARLES

“Can I still not convince you to stay at home?” I ask as Daisy joins me for breakfast.

She’s wearing a sky-blue skirt and a white blouse that has pink peonies all over it. There’s nothing unprofessional about her clothes, and I’ve seen them on her more times than I can count, but my body has never been so aware of her presence. My cock—let’s not talk about that asshole, who seems to have a mind of his own around her these days. But how can I blame it all on him, when she’s making no attempt to hide how she feels about me physically?

But did you expect anything else from her?

If I hide my feelings in a tight vault with numerous locks, she proudly displays every emotion on her face.

Just this morning when I stepped out of the shower, she was waiting by the door. She blatantly perused my almost naked body, focusing extra hard on the towel wrapped around my waist, which was doing a shitty job at hiding my erection.

As I walked past her, she groaned. “Somebody likes seeing me.”

“Not at all.” Daisy’s words pull me back to the present. “I need to talk to Mr. Buffay about the updates on Vincent’s site, and you, my dear boss, have to find out what the price is for you running away from the board meeting.”

“I didn’t run away. I ran to you, my dear wife.”

“Cute, but too cheesy for you. Even Mrs. K thinks so. Isn’t that right?” Daisy raises an eyebrow as my housekeeper places two cups of coffee onto the table.